If I Were A Bird Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

I dreamed I was a fancy feathered bird,
you lived, for unknown reasons, overseas.
No letters and no genuine spoken word
would fly from swaying palms to Linden trees.

I needed you and wished each hopeful day
that I could fly to bridge the raging sea
take flowers from the shores of Byron Bay
to you my love, a wedding gift from me.

I learned this morning that I cannot fly
the distance as my body is not made
yet I shall go and if I am to die
perhaps you will receive my serenade.

I sat, composing sounds to show you how
a love that never ends has been our prize,
if you could, Darling, listen to me now!
Meet midway we could, surely improvise?